Mon,23 June,14
Sad silence, count the bells, hear the radio clock. Silence, asap. for the birds outside, dumping and drying their way about their days business.
Washing and shaving, thinking of gone-byes, see the light from the shrine in the yard. All asleep.
First workday.
clear, sunny day. Day of Troubles.
Street on twobells, Martins hells.
Grimmm's store, early light, small building site.
The bus stop, a pigeon with a hanging wing. The woman in the sacking, with the sad old face is there. The good morning woman is not. The weather is warmer, and all has changed, like a play in the same scenery, with the same actors but a different director. The bus driver is new, a very young man: He takes his money and gives his ticket much as the others do.
Viewed from inside the bus, the crowd of shop workers going to work.. They are not smoking today.
The smoker has left the Pale of his square, and is smaking elsewhere now. The square remains a reminder of discrimination in a public place. The hind of descrimination practised by organisers from the vanity of their employment, their position, in the belief that they can mobilise a self-righteous majority to further their own career. People who take no risks, but love to organise others to fit their idea of perfection. The power of position.
The Station cafe, all the regulars seem tired, older. Sumner worn. World cup. Private troubles. Early to work and late to bed leaves you standing with a sore head. Anastasia sane and strict.
The girl with the handbag shows suffering in her face
The crops outside the window of the DIX- Express strain towards to Julys fruition and harvest, there is a foreboding of a day of great heat.
Homburg, Freisivy.
Neufwhrn, Petersham.
yanking.
No, Moosburg, Freising, Pulling, Nefahrn, Dietersheim
Ga Ching
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